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Tupperware boxes
They never come back like lost socks, hair-ties, countless ballpoint pens Tupperware boxes handed out after parties for that morning snack, extra mithai, tomorrow’s lunch Monday night jolted me Searing pain A little boy in ‘trash pack’ pyjamas “You be brave” “No, you be brave” “Do you think they will keep you here forever?” “I…
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The Blossom on the Bough by Anne Dowden
Last year at the ISA (located in Amstelveen) I bought this second-hand book. The book was last issued from the library in 1995 and they had decided to part with it. I paid very little for it. Firstly, I love botanical drawings. The precision with which they are made is stunning. My pictures veer more towards…
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Winter Sun and Yellow Things
Those who read this blog regularly know my fondness for Amstel Park. I have befriended each hidden corner, nook and cranny, secluded benches and ponds. I have read under its trees, played hide and seek between its bushes, ran through the maze, broken ice on its neglected fountains, eaten ice cream, bandaged scraped knees, criticized…
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Paris in the rain
Saturday, January 10, 2015, I was to be in Paris for the day to meet poet and translator Marilyn Hacker. I had many questions about her experience with the ghazal and ghazal poets; she was generous enough to offer her day to me. On Monday 5th I booked my tickets to travel by the Thalys…
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In Amsterdam
Some English ghazal’s really know how to say it: In Amsterdam.
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Is my uneasiness nurtured or organic?
The past few weeks I have been toying with the idea of getting an e-reader. Many of the books I need for my research and some of the books I want to read are located in and sold from places where shipping and handling charges are way over the price of the books themselves. I…
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Going away – a visit to NIAS
Our team at work went for an offsite to NIAS in Wassenaar. I wrote a small feature on the outing. I am sharing a snippet (the one which Purab made me read out again): Autumn is an extraordinary season. The trees laden with orange, brown and red, shed their leaves. Ripe with the experiences of the…


